Peace?

[Psychosis]

Amon blushed a little, after CiCi walked into the bathroom to clean herself up. He waited a few moments, then walked over to the dresser and grabbed the small pouch of coins from the top drawer. He put on a small belt and tied the puch to it, then teleported himself to the roof. The sun was gleaming in the sky, narry a cloud in sight. The epic battle was long over, but something still lingered in the air. A feeling of forboding, as though the great war between the heroes of Aurora and the Demon Syntaru was not truly over. He shrugged it off, and set it in the back of his mind.

Much like he'd done with the unfulfilled fortelling of his death by Syntaru. It plagued him some nights why his vision hadn't come true. He was greatful to be alive, but something didn't seem right. Most all his visions came true, no matter what they entaled. Perhaps, it was merely a trick of Syntaru to try and throw him off in the fight. He shook his head and leapt down to the street. He stepped out from the alley way and walked through the crowd. Closing his telepathic abilities so as not to butt into anyone's personal lives. He walked along to the marketplace CiCi had taken him to when they first arrived.

Inside, a sweet little elderly chipmunk tended the store. He had had many conversations with the shopkeep, she had many a tale from the old days of Casinopolis and Amon enjoyed them. He went through the aisles, taking the usual necessities into the small shopping basket. Coffee, bread, fruits, vegetables, cream and milk, sugar.. he grabbed a carton of eggs, some artificial soy bacon and other such meats. He walked up to the cashier and smiled, politely saying a morning greeting as he lay the items out. She smiled back and returned the greeting, ringing up each item.

"All the usual items deary? You know you shoudl really change it up once in a while.. afterall variety is the spice of life.. heh heh heh.."

Amon chuckled and responded.

"Yes, but not always is that spice flavorful, sometimes it can get a little too hot and tempid. In few things, it is more than alright to keep a sense of familiarity, n'est pas?"

The old lady smiled and nodded. Amon handed her the ammount of coins for the items and packed them into some paper bags. He nodded to the shopkeep as he exited and continued on his way through the city back to the apartment. The streets were full and vibrant as always in this part of town. Amon was enjoying the brisk walk, rather than teleporting instantly back to the apartment, as he had done those first few weeks spent here.

[Tayuu]

Some say simply taking a different path to a desired location can cause the wanderer to see different things and meet different people that they otherwise wouldn’t have had they travelled the other way. Amon was about to find out that this also goes for walking somewhere rather than all that tedious mucking about with teleporting.

Tayuu Tabiko finished eating his stolen apple. Being a thief of great stealth, for the past ten years he had been able to take whatever food on stalls he desired without even getting seen, he didn’t even need his special abilities for these things. This was likewise for picking people’s pockets and hustling at casinos for his apartment rent.
Spying an open trash can, Tayuu threw the apple core and smiled as he heard the satisfying sound of an on-target goal; “Three points!”
He laughed to himself as he began to walk into the early rush-hour crowd of people in a part of town he knew so well. It was a paradise to him at this time, with so many busy bodies all pushing back and forth past each other, his job was made so easy. Within just ten minutes, taking the chances seriously as to not get caught, he was able to lift three wallets and a pouch from four individuals. Pocketing the money into his tunic and carefully disposing of the wallets, Tayuu walked on, his face not showing his crime but his mind and heart racing at the thrill and his own skill.

That was when his first mistake in ten years happened, and it was in part due to the un-noticed work happening many stories above the ground floor. For a while now, builders had been constructing the top half of what was to be a new bank and two particular workers were fooling around, playfully fighting each other with metal pipes. With a small mistake in footing, one of the workers had clouted his sparring partner across the head, knocking his yellow safety helmet clean off his head. The fight went up a notch…

Down below, Tayuu could barely hold his excitement, it was as if some God-like force had given him the most delicious of opportunities. The carry-bag on the ground not only contained a note filled purse, but a visible box of cheesecake, and a large ball of string, let alone any other purchases at the bottom. On top of that, the owner of said bag seemed to be some ditzy fox-girl who was absolutely distracted by a call on her mobile phone. She was even looking the wrong way and into her own reflection in a nearby window as she chatted. A quick scan indicated no trap or anyone looking in that direction and so Tayuu calmly walked forward. With grace and experience, the bag was instantly in his possession as he passed by, no one any the wiser. Tayuu couldn’t help but grin as he walked on, wanting to get back home quickly to check out his new acquired items.
Suddenly a yellow blur shot down in front of him from above with a loud clatter as it bounced and rattled on the concrete ground; “Wahh!”
He studied the missile for a second, it was a work man’s safety helmet, now rather damaged. Tayuu was about to look up until he heard a frightful scream. He knew it was the fox-girl before he even turned around, their eyes now locked and then her gaze dropping again to the bag that he was holding.
“THIEF!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, it was the kind of shrill that could shatter glass.
That was when a large hulk of a bulldog suddenly started piling down the street towards the incident.
Tayuu’s mind was no longer thinking logically, logic would dictate the idea of at least dropping the bag, but he now only had one thing on his mind.
In a blur Tayuu was away, running as fast as he could down the roads before him, ducking and diving between so many different people. These people only cracked on when seeing a large bulldog-man running after the cat-boy. There were constant calls from the pursuer, yelling out ‘theif’ and ‘stop’ and ‘I’m gonna kill you’.
Tayuu kept running, he may not be muscle-bound and strong like the chaser, but he had the speed and reflexes. His confidence soared as he noticed he was losing him in the crowd, the distance growing greater. Just a few more people to get past now and he could hide in the alleyway and then use his special technique to fully escape. If anyone chased him he could still make it to the nearby roof and find time to use his skill there.

A black hedgehog with icy blue stripes on his quills who was holding some shopping bags was one of the last of the crowd in his way. Sadly, after only just dodging the path of five other people, he was unable to stop in time to change direction and so he jumped. The stolen bag now falling from his grasp and onto the ground he squeaked in frustration and his own miscalculation as he fell towards Amon. Unable to salvage the bag now, he placed both his hands out and then onto Amon’s head, a flick of both his wrists allowing him to ‘bounce/leap-frog’ off of his head and to the ground just behind the hedgehog.
“Sorry!” called Tayuu, now just sprinting away towards the nearest alley… he felt like he could cry having to leave that ‘treasure’ behind.

[CC]

(ooc-*giggles* nice post Tayuu)

CC had long since finished showering and had managed to dry her thick black fur enough so that she was no longer damp and only a little extra fluffy... she always hated that part and spent quite a while brushing through all the tufts in hopes that she could get it to calm down a bit more before Amon got home.

Home, was this truly where she belonged? It seemed so strange to come back to Casinopolis, but she always seemed to come back to it. It was like a curse. At least this time it was not so bad, there was a happiness with having her lovely hedgehog around that made her heart soar, even being back in the dredges of Mobian life that is the Casino Zone. Her stomach rumbles and she sighs, doing a quick search through the cupboards, frustrated that there are not even any crackers to munch upon until Amon returned.

"urgh... so hungry..."

She finishes her already cold coffee, wincing a bit as the bitterness scares away any last remnants of sleep from her system. Walking over to the kitchen, she rinces out her mug and Amon's mug, making sure they are clean before placing them on the rack. She then walks into the workout room and stands upon her work out mat, figuring that she may as work out a bit and get herself really hungry.

Punching and jabbing at the air, kicking and sweeping down to the ground she goes through her regular exercise program, her thoughts entirely upon food and Amon the entire time.

[Lucian]

Perfect, just perfect.

The sliding metalic door closed with a finality that tells those that witness such auditory experiences two things. The first being that they aren't going any where and the second being that doors like that usually had walls that were many feet thick and reinforced with alloys that only computers can pernounce now.

While on one level Lucian was glad he wouldn't be joining the varrious hedgehog destroyed space stations orbiting Mobius as fellow space junk he was more than a little miffed that he had been essentially shoved into a box and told to behave. True, he had hijacked the good Doctor's favorite pet, but he had also sent Lucian to die at the head of a Legion directed army. In the end he figured the sabotage and the subterfuge made them square but the vampire had a feeling that Eggman would not see things in the same equal light.

After a little while Lucian began to count the rivets used in the plate connections in his cell. The utter darkness was little hinderance to a creature that spent it's days in the lightless world of Mobian night. Though the longer the bloodsucker remained in the cell the more detatched from reality at least on a mental level he became. He had never been into space and the feeling was odd. Perhaps it was the artificial gravity, or the knowledge that he was miles upon miles away from the soft soil that he normally would lie down in. But something nagged at the edges of his mind in alarm, as if he place here wasn't natural.

At first he chalked it up to being in another dimension. Technically he WASN'T supposed to be here at all, his counterpart having perished a long, long time ago. But that kind of feeling generally registers immediatley and not after some indeterminate amount of time. All in all, it had been a rather odd day.
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Down, down, down, our heaven sent shadow went into the ground. Through crack and crevice too small for mortal transportation. Till eventually, when during an idle thought of physical transferance that he'd poke out the otherside of Mobius any minute now, followed by a chidding thought that the other side of Mobius from here would be many, many leagues beneath the ocean, he reached a glowing cavern of firy red stone, kept lumnicent by the ever present flames of the planets floating mantle of molten rock.

This pocket of air was sweltering, and had Shade had a body or flesh the preasure and the heat would have rendered him to cinders in no time at all. So close to the outer portion of the planets core the living shadow felt the distinct heaviness of one being too close to their orbital center of mass. His movements were sluggish and simply existing in this subteranian wasteland was taxing the limits of his forms enchantment. Not long indeed could Shade explore these depths with out some form of aid.

Thinking he'd gone too deep for any remains of Tala to have gone he turned back to exit the natural oven until a series of crashes sounded from deeper in the tunnel. Either something with in the earth was waking up or he was about to be burried beneath tons of rock and stone. Figuring if the later was the case he might as well sate his curiousity the deathog immiation slowly stalked downward to the source of the surge of power and the resulting partial cave in, what he saw almost defied description.

[Tonixion]

In some other passage of time in this tale we tell, Natasha continued to scribble down nonsense as the rain pitter-pattered against the flimsy tin-and-leaking roof. Andre slept in the broken rocking chair with The Reckoner cradled inside of his protective grasp. Something inside of him was stirring, something that should not have been.

There he was, the man Andre had used to be sitting atop his warhorse on his high hill, overlooking the vantage point of the battlefield to be. His armor was a gleaming silver gold with a billowing cape painting the air dark red with tinges of bronze. The emblem of his House was stitched expertly into it, as well as embossed on his breastplate. The man Demockstro used to be was a symbol of courage, strength, honor, valor, and leadership. He was the perfect hero to his blinded-by-brilliance people. The enemy army paled in comparison to their mightly numbers and their pillar of heroism. A sword was unsheathed, and a mighty cry soared above the blood red dawn.

The battle was on. Crimson tears spilled unto the ground as metal bit through flesh, the opposing army hacked to ribbons under the might of this nameless empire's barrage of fearless zealots. Lo and Behold under the hour there was but a few left that refused to retreat, and they were dealt with in turn with a firing squad of archers. All but one remained, a boy of eleven that was the youngest out of them all. Proud Andre marched forward to the guard-encompassed youth, giving him an unseen gaze from behind that horned helm. Orders were passed out and the trek onward was announced. The battalions stomped on towards the hostile-yet-defenseless capital.

To the boy, this monster of a man was a heartless demon of no mercy. He expected none from the man and lowered his head, preparing to die. Yet no blow came as he heard the rattling steps of the general move on with sheathed sword. Andre knew though, that for all the mercy he bestowed upon those of less fortune than he, his death would grant him no solitude in the afterlife. He was the key to the machine, the one who turned the cogs and had the power to shut off the engine, yet he did not. Andre Demockstro was a murderer by word and by personal blade, and he knew it. The Void was the only place for him to go.

And so when his moment came, he fought with all of his might to prevent it. There he stood face to face with an oblivion blue colored hedgehog wrapped in a green cape, the tool of his office gripped tight. So in that night he made an oath in front of the deathhog that he was defy the order, he would defeat the son of Death at his own game. But such is the downfall of pride when it comes to those who have only lived their life in success. For but two minutes he stood against the immortal in combat, falling to his knees at thread's end. It only took but a moment and he was standing in the place he feared most, feared of all. The Void.

Though a will of iron came to grip him inside of his decaying heart. He would strive in this place to be what he had among the mortal coil, and it was one oath that held true. Andre had become a general among evil though the Prophet held no notice of this, his attention turned to affairs in the many different realities of Mobius. One fated day, though he could never really tell time in a timeless place, Demockstro made the ill-fated deal with the devil, thus propelling him into the chapter of life which had just ended and the chance of his afterlife for a second chance.

Back in the realm of the awake, the slumbering Andre slipped on a wide grin at his subconscious dreaming. He had achieved something that no one could boast of doing before. Andre Demockstro had surpassed the laws of death, escaped the unescapable with his mind intact, and even broke the binding chains of legal contract with The Prophet. He celebrated within himself when he had time to himself, and would not have been bothered if he were to be struck down again. Even if he was to meet Syntaru back in his Hell, he'd do it with a smile.

[Stealth Greyblade]

[ooc: going to skip with the stealth post this time, wont be missed I bet anyway *grins*]

In the centerion lab in the heart of robototropolis, in the deepest vault alarms were ringing out. anton Felis, comander of the elite gaurd was standing in an armoured control room watching in the room below as an aroured stasis tube rose silently out of the floor. He was in a cold sweat as he uploaded legions orders into the tube ocupants nerual bio network. Hopefully she would obey them, this csuper centurion, was the most powerfull ever created but also the most uncontrolable and insane, she reveled in blood gore and slaughter, she worshiped death and lord legion, and her favorite food of choice was mobian flesh. Felis could not understand how being risen up from such a greusom fate could twist a dark beuty.

So with a nervouse sweat and a hearty gulp the elite commander walked out of the control room and down to the floor below. He could only gaze up at the tube as it began to open with a sinister hiss. Fog brefily blinding the elite commander. But what he saw when the fog lifted took his breath away and sent cold terror down his spine. For there hooked to many a wire in that tube stood an ebony beuty of a black panther, her body graced with femine curve but her muscle structer showed she was a warrior in a past life. Her hair was down to her tail base Her forearms and legs had been removed though and replaced by metalic skeletal looking apendages fingers and toes ending in cruel sharp talons. As the wires pulled themselves off the femine form its eyes opend the sharpest cruelest set of yellow eyes Felis had ever scene, the iris were riddles with circutry yet it couldnt contain the rage, insantiy and bloodthrist that brimmed within them.

Sudenly she was a blur and was wraped around felis back her dangerously sharp claws trailing along felis neck. Felis eyes widend and he gasped and then growled."Yo...you have your orders, you cnanot lay a hand on me geist. I am your commander on this mission and you know it!"the feline said as he barely held back his knees knocking. Geist just let out an insane chuckle as she made a small cut along his cheek and down to his neck, leaving a small trail of blood with geist slowly licked up from the cat, with a insane grin on her face."mmmm then see you after the misison hun..and then we can have some.....REAL...fun."she said in dark sultry tone her eyes looking at him brimming with bloodlust and madness as she pulled off of him and moved off to the next room to suit and gear up, her insane cackling sounding through the base.

Later deeper in the city a dark claoked figure..geist...noiw in uniform, her reaper like cloak blowing strongly in the breeze watched as the bunny vamire finish his latest feast and crawl into the sewer. Geist could only lick her lips hungirly as she watched him go. Go she loved the hunt, made her prey all the more tasty. Soi then with a insane cackle she bounded down off the roof to the ground bleow and then lept into the sewer her mind focused on catchign her prey.

[Faust the Raven]

The great and wise Owl of Talamas foretold of a dark age. Full of malice, slaughter, an endless hoard of misery, death and destruction. It would cover the lands like a blanket, swarming all that was good and pure. This dark age would all begin out of one place, their home, the Aegis Forest. Could such events truly arise from such a peacful place? Faust pondered this and many a question more during his daily excursions. He often found himself in the quiet serenity of Brackin's Point. A high cliff that hung over the awe inspiring waters of Lake Hynce.

The sweet aroma of the pure, clean water and the abundance of trees and flowers that surrounded wafting through his nostrils. He was at peace here, there were no troubles, no worries, just him and the beauty of his home. But he knew when he left this place, his questions would return. His plague of curiosity and perhaps fear, of the unknown.

"What vile form of creature could emmerge from such a wonderous place? How is it possible anyone or thing from here could reign such destruction and horror upon the lands? -sigh I must stop talking to myself.. it isn't healthy.. I had best return to the village."

In a slowed moment, the raven spread his wings and took to the sky. The grace and swiftness of his flight was a sight to behold, so few Mobians ever knew the joy of flying through the skies. The feeling of rushing through a cloud and watching parts of it fall away around you. Yes, this land was peaceful, Faust took no mind to the Owl's words. Nothing so terrible could be spawned from his home.

[Psychosis]

The sudden spur of events caught the psychic off-guard. As he had been closing out the mental energies of the people around him, he did not see nor hear the young cat-boy and his persuer. After the agile feline leapt over his head and darted off, Amon collected his breath. Concentrating he teleported the groceries he'd nearly dropped directly back to the apartment. They appeared in an instant on the kitchen table, probably catching Ci Ci by surprise.

With a kick of his foot he lifteed the perloined bag into the air and flung it out at the bulldog. Catching the bag, the dog stopped in his tracks. Amon was holding his hand out limply, using his psychic abilities to turn the bulldog back around and deliver the bag back to the young vulpine girl. The large brute did so with a vacant stare. Amon lowered his hand, clearing any memory of the event from the dog's head. He then turned his attention to the scattering feline thief. He closed his eyes and concentrated, locking on to the feline's psionic aura.

"Gotcha.."

Amon's body disappeared into the surrounding air. This young cat-boy had probably thought he'd escaped and would remain unscathed. He had no idea. Amon reappeared directly infront of the boy, tripping him to the ground to strike him off-balance, then rose him into the air upside down using his telekenesis.

"Tell me, Tayuu Tabiko.. why do you steal?"

A curious question for someone who can read minds to ask, but ne'er the less, it was asked and only the reply remained to be heard.

[Lucian]

Deep beneath the Fallen Eggman city, the last remains of a past best forgotten snaked their way beneath the feet of Legion's marching soliders and hovering robots. In all the years that Eggman had occupied this land he'd never bothered to remove the refuse waterways built by the Mobians back then to handle their sanitation needs. Ironic indeed a hold over from the Eggman empire, if by proxy, was using them to escape a persuant from the unlawful owner of the lands above. How ever, such detailed irony was lost on Tommy as he sloshed his transformed way through goo best not thought upon.

What the monster once lad did notice though was the sound of a pair of metalic feet touching down in the dark many passages back. The enclosed sewers aiding the travel of sound through out if not helping one determain where that sound was coming from. Instincts kicked in as the monster suddenly shifted pace and loped down a side tunnel instead of taking the main route back to where he'd 'grown up' he opted instead to go deeper into the Labarynthian Tunnels that wound their way around Robotropolis.

The chase was on!

[Tayuu]

The sudden reappearance of the hedgehog Tayuu had just jumped on and over was a bit of a surprise for the cat. Not only had this guy somehow out-run him and got in front of him, but the stranger’s well-placed foot had tripped him off balance. Tayuu, however, was a master at keeping on his feet (most of the time) and already had a hand out ready to cartwheel back to his stance to keep running. His eyes widened as his hand left the ground early, suddenly finding himself floating upside down. A few coins dropped from his pockets and he wiggled his gloved paw down towards the ground to retrieve them but he was too far up; “Wha?!”
He scrambled, kicked, and clawed at the air, finding that no matter how much he struggled, he still mysteriously hung suspended in the air; “What’s going on here? Get me down!”
Tayuu paused for a moment, feeling the blood rushing to his head, making him feel dizzy. Amon posed his question but Tayuu’s mind was in too much of a fluster to have the true answer read.
Instead, Tayuu began scrambling again, trying to break out of the telekinetic hold; “As if I’d tell you! Who the heck are you? How are you keeping me up here? Get me down!”
It was obvious that the cat-boy didn’t like his movements restricted, his mind totally focused on escape. It took him a full ten seconds of further struggling before his body fell limp and he just floated there, looking into the eyes of the upside-down-looking hedgehog.
Tayuu then folded his arms and ‘sat’ crossed legged in the air like it was natural to him. His voice now much calmer due to his sudden further confusion; “Hold on… how do you know my name?”


Amon ‘may’ have glimpsed a part of Tayuu’s life that had suddenly flashed into the cat’s mind;

The chameleon poked at the small fire with a long tree branch to keep it going while Tayuu sat and stared at the stars above in the night sky, half a fish in his mouth.
“No surname, huh? Shame…”
Tayuu shrugged and swallowed the last of the fish; “Had no parents to give me one did I? Didn’t see much need for one. I only came up with the name Tayuu so I had at least something for people to call me.”
The chameleon looked at Tayuu for a while, as if debating something, before he looked back to the fire; “How bout… Tabiko?”
“Huh?”
“Not heard it before?”
Tayuu shook his head.
“I once met someone, very similar to yourself, even down to the same colour fur. He was an interesting student, just as you’re turning out to be. His surname was Tabiko, I think it would suit you.”
Tayuu found himself smiling; “Yeah, I guess… sounds good.”
The chameleon hid a grin.
Tayuu then gave a frown; “Hey, why won’t you tell me your name, master?”
The chameleon just laughed.

[CC]

The tall, demonic creature that used to be a lemur could only truly be identified by the length of her tail, the vague bone structure that had remained from her original form and the fact that she was just in the middle of tossing away the tell-tale metallic arm with a look of pure satisfaction upon her smooth leathery face. So caught up in her own gloating she does not recognize the very familiar energy patterns that make up Shade, who stands in complete shock not too far from where the Shadow Queen stands, admiring her new skin, spines and spikes with awe and glory.

"He still lives, those repugnant and deplorable beings that thought to destroy him with get their due. I will seek out every one of them, I will hunt them down to the greatest depths even if it must mean that I hunt for the rest of time itself. They will feel the wrath of Syntaru, even if it must merely come through my own claws! They will not survive, not one of them... but only after I have had my time with them! HA HA HA HAAAAAAA!"

Her outburst shocks the quiet of the fiery caverns and the vehemance in her voice is backed by the subdued energy that she still has yet to discover within herself. An energy that once tapped would be akin to Syntaru himself and as she curses every single one of the fighters that had been there that day, wherever they are they can feel a bit of unease, the hair on the backs of their necks standing up or a shiver going down their spine for an unknown reason.

Realizing that she has been sending out a fair bit of energy, Tala immediately drops into a meditative stance and starts closing herself in, "No, no... we cannot alert anyone to our presence here... I want to be able to stalk them, hunt them like the pathetic animals that they are... make what is left of their lives an unholy hell. They will suffer for what they did to him... heh heh heh...yes they will all feel pain...."

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CC jumps with a bit of shock as a few bags of groceries plop onto the kitchen table, making her trip over her own tail and fall to the floor as she was just in the middle of a spinning kick. She stands up, rubbing her sore bottom and scowls, the frustration on her face immediately turning to worry as she begins to wonder why Amon would have sent the things back instead of just coming back himself, it was very unlike him.

Sighing she shakes her head and walks over to the table, sure that he would contact her if something truly was amiss and he needed her help, and begins to put away the groceries... putting some aside so that she can make breakfast. She is just pulling out some fruit and is about to place it on a table when a pure feeling of dread runs up her spine, causing her to be so shaken that she drops the apples upon the floor. She shivers, as if trying to dislodge the feeling and it dissipates slowly, but whatever it was leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. SHe steps back from the table, her ears back and tail twitching, not sure what brought that about but her first thought focussed on Amon, Amon, if you can hear me talk to me...
Her thoughts are worried and a bit frightened, something very strange for the dark-furred feline, and she only hopes that they get through to the psionic.

[Psychosis]

Worry not dearest, there is no need for it. I am dealing with a miscrient, teaching him a valuable lesson. I will return shortly.

Amon in turn responded to the thoughts of his love. He eyed over the young feline boy who sat, upside-down in a meditative pose. He smirked to himself for a moment.

"I would have thought it obvious, it is my will that suspends you in the air, and in turn it is that same ability that told me your name. And so I see that you were raised and tought to be a thief.. like your father before you.. abandonned as a youth.. taken in.. to a surrogate father and teacher.. hmm, there are better ways for one with your abilities to survive you know.."

Amon's voice changed from stern and authoritative to calm and civil. He turned the young boy right-side up but maintained his psychic hold over him. He studied the lad, seeing a youth who has not fully understood the world he has been brought into. A youth misguided, falling into the same footholes and pitfalls of his father before him. The anguish, torment and confusion flowed from this young cat like a river.

"I'm going to release you.. set you back on the ground.. then I am going to offer you a choice. You can stay the way you are now, go about your life as a paltry thief.. or you can come with me and I can show you what life truly is.."

True to his word the solemn hedgehog lowered the boy to the ground, releasing the psychic hold. Then he simply started to walk away back out the alley. Leaving the youth to make his decision.

[Tonixion]

An unusual feeling suddenly rocked Andre's body while in slumber, and the motionless giant stirred with surprising speed. He was up on his boots in a matter of minutes. Demockstro looked over at Natasha quickly, only to find the odd magician drooling in sleep over some sort of book he'd never seen before. With a rough tap of the shoulder and a second of waiting he grunted out words quickly. "We continue now, Natasha. The rain has stopped... and I have a bad feeling. And that is truely an omen for what's to come." Said Andre, trudging his way out of the shack before Evensgale even had a word in edgewise.

Hours later they were marching through the woodland, stopping only to eat and drink for minutes. They covered a couple leagues within the day much to Natasha's protests of overexertion; this was nothing compared to forced marching to battle thought Andre. A few minutes later they came to a stop to Nat's surprise. "Oh, and why have we stopped this ever-so-urgent journey? Is there... some..." He stopped mid-sentence as so often was his case, for there splayed out before him and the former Shadow Walker was a cream-colored sandy beach, followed by foamy white waves and a giant blue blanket covering mobian soil.

"Well, this is just peachy! So fantastic! What do you propose we do now?!" Natasha held back no self-righteousness as he thrusted his hands into the air in an overdramatic scene, as if suddenly God pointed a finger at him and directed a meteor at him for straying the path. Not one to be battered down by words and wit, a few choice words is all Demockstro would utter. "We stride forward across the ocean, for I only bow to one man now, for he is high up on his throne in Chaos. Mother Nature is one I have fought against before... the seas are no different." All Natasha could do was drop his jaw.